I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

The Old Ancestor of the Withered Bones no longer concealed himself and unleashed his full power.

The giant, grayish-white palm of spiritual energy contained all the spiritual energy of the Bone Ancestor at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Like the apocalypse collapsing, the force slammed down on Fang Xuan, who had just unleashed a world-shaking sword strike and was already at his last gasp.

This palm strike locked down space, eliminating any possibility of evasion.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the already crumbling mountain below collapsed several feet further, crushing the rocks into dust before they could even fly up.

Fang Xuan's battered body trembled violently under the raging pressure, almost falling apart.

[Current residual life energy: 0.00000001 standard units]

[Spiritual energy conversion efficiency adjustment... Temporary increase in recovery speed: x10000000!]

[WARNING! This state cannot be maintained! Please disengage from combat or replenish your life force as soon as possible!]

Fang Xuan, whose eyes were blurred with blood, finally looked up.

He squeezed out the last bit of clarity from his soul, not for defense, but to frantically pour all his will into the black sword in his hand that trembled and wailed along with him.

"Open it for me!!!!"

"ah-!!!"

A sword intent of immense power slashed out from his hand, heavy as an abyss, crashing headlong into the descending gray-white giant palm.

"boom--!!!!!!!"

The aftershocks of spiritual energy instantly shattered an area spanning dozens of miles centered on the main peak.

"Pfft—!" In the sky, Lu Qingsong's protective aura shattered instantly, and he was violently thrown into the collapsed mountain ruins behind him.

His bones and muscles were broken, his dantian was shattered, and he was left with only a wisp of breath, completely on the verge of death.

Even the usually impassive Old Ancestor of the Bone, who was the first to be hit, finally showed a look of horror on his face.

His giant palm strike was torn apart by the tyrannical and domineering dark sword intent!

Not only that, but a force that defied all the laws of this world surged upwards along the broken palm print and crashed into his body.

"Pfft!" The old ancestor of withered bones trembled violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. His originally boundless aura instantly weakened by a large margin.

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent that followed slashed out a huge, bloody gash.

He fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Hold!!!"

A furious curse burst from his mouth, completely devoid of any secluded and sage-like demeanor.

The sword intent contained within it made him feel a threat originating from the level of life itself!

......

After Fang Xuan finished his sword strike, he felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

Why am I so dizzy?

Oh no... I think I forgot to stop the bleeding.

Hahaha.

System, I've bled to death... Are you still hanging on?

He started to panic again.

He quickly turned his head to look at Ning Qian, his lips moving slightly.

"Senior sister... please take me away quickly!"

"I'm really going to die..."

......

In Ning Qian's eyes.

Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

She looked at that not particularly wide, even somewhat thin, back as it resolutely faced destruction.

Watching his wildly flying hair, blood staining the sky.

Watching him unleash that earth-shattering sword strike that illuminated the dark world and shattered the ancient main peak.

Looking at him, it seemed... he turned around and glanced at her.

Through the billowing smoke and blood mist.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, only his smiling eyes blinking quickly in her direction.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out; yet she understood.

He said, "Senior sister, I'll take you home."

There's also the line: "I really... love you."

......

Then came a burst of dazzling sword intent light that spread from the center of the main peak.

When the sword intent subsided slightly, the tremors calmed down a bit.

Ning Qian opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is blood scattered by the wind from the front.

It was dripping into her eyes, blurring her vision with a crimson hue...

His blood.

Tears welled up without warning, instantly bursting from her eyes and mixing with the scalding blood, sliding down her pale face.

She looked ahead through her scarlet gaze.

That figure... was still standing.

Standing atop the very tip of the collapsed main peak, with a bottomless abyss and billowing dust beneath one's feet.

Covered in blood, his long hair was matted and tangled with blood, flailing wildly with the violent air currents.

The horrific wound on his chest nearly cleaved him in two, and blood gushed out like an inexhaustible spring, staining the rubble beneath his feet a dark red.

But he held the sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture upright like a pine tree.

But... that upright posture didn't last long.

next moment.

"Cough..." A faint, almost inaudible coughing sound of blood.

The figure, which seemed capable of supporting the heavens and the earth, swayed slightly.

Then, like a building block stripped of all its support, it fell straight backward.

"Fang Xuan..."

Ning Qian staggered forward and caught the man's broken body, which was rapidly losing its temperature, just before he fell to the ground.

The piece I touched was scalding hot and covered in blood.

His body was terrifyingly light and terrifyingly cold.

Ning Qian knelt amidst the collapsed rubble and pools of blood, holding him tightly, her arms trembling uncontrollably.

She tried to channel her spiritual energy into his body, but it felt like pouring water into a leaky bucket.

His meridians were riddled with holes, his dantian was dull and lifeless, and his breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

She felt sorry for him; only she knew he was only 17 years old...

She was too confident, confident in her own plans and in her understanding of things after her rebirth, but she underestimated the variables.

He dragged his junior brother down with him, and now he's in this predicament...

How much pain he must be in...

With trembling, bloodless hands, she futilely pressed her palm against the most terrible wound on his chest.

With her last remaining spiritual energy, she poured it in desperately, trying to stop the gushing blood.

"good....."

She lowered her head and gently pressed her blood-stained cheek against his cold forehead. "Don't be afraid... your senior sister is here."

"Senior sister... I'll take you home."

........

"Cough cough cough... You little beast... Very... Very well!!!"

The roar of the Old Ancestor of Dry Bones resounded through the sky.

His hair was disheveled, his Taoist robe was tattered, and his aura was much weaker than before.

Clearly, Fang Xuan's sword strike, which contained "otherworldly rules," caused him great harm and even damaged his very foundation.

But a peak Nascent Soul cultivator is still a peak Nascent Soul cultivator; even severely injured, he remains a top-tier being in this world.

He looked at the two people below, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

This young man's sword intent is strange and unpredictable; he must not be allowed to live!

This woman is also strange; kill her as well!

"You have damaged my foundation of cultivation and depleted my lifespan... Today, you will pay for it with the complete annihilation of your bodies and souls!"

The Old Ancestor of Withered Bones' face twisted, no longer holding back, burning his remaining essence and lifespan, and pointing his fingers like a sword.

Another wisp of sword energy flickered at his fingertips.

This sword energy wasn't large, but the destructive aura it emitted was even more terrifying than the previous palm strike.

This is a truly desperate strike, a vow to wipe them out!

Before the sword energy was even unleashed, the air around Ning Qian had already completely solidified.

The space was like an iron plate, pinning her firmly to the spot, unable to move even her fingertips.

Fang Xuan's breath in her arms grew even weaker.

Ning Qian slowly raised her head.

His face was streaked with tears and blood, but his eyes were as calm as an ancient, icy pool.

There was no fear, no anger, only a cold emptiness.

Then, she stretched out her hand, which was stained with Fang Xuan's blood.

He grasped the hilt of the black sword in his hand.

It feels heavy and cold to the touch.

The hilt of the sword was wrapped with thin, white strips of cloth, now soaked in blood.

Fluttering wildly in the turbulent currents of spiritual energy, like a banner for a lament...

The deadly, ashen sword energy of the Old Ancestor of the Withered Bones finally shot out.

Ning Qian simply held the black sword and, as if brushing away dust, gently flicked it downwards at the incoming sword energy of death.

"A sword containing the supreme laws of space," she slashed, arriving first despite being behind, meeting the gray sword energy.

......

"Varied.....?!"

The sinister smile and killing intent on the face of the Old Ancestor of Dry Bones froze instantly, replaced by pure horror!

How is this possible?!

He suddenly looked up at Ning Qian, who was holding the black sword.

Ning Qian stood holding her sword, her body emanating no powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, but a faint aura that transcended the laws of this world was slowly awakening from her.

The coldness that had been in her eyes had now transformed into an ancient indifference, like a deity in the clouds looking down upon the ants of the mortal world.

Especially when her gaze swept over the Bone Ancestor, that look in her eyes...

The Old Ancestor of the Bone trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, and an uncontrollable shudder rose from the depths of his soul.

That look in his eyes...

"The aura of...the Upper Realm?! You...you are...?!"

Overwhelmed by boundless fear, he was unable to utter a complete sentence. His finger trembled as he pointed at Ning Qian, his teeth chattering.

Ning Qian did not answer, nor did she need to answer.

She simply raised the black sword in her hand once more, its tip pointing towards the terrified, withered ancestor in the air.

Then came a simple slash.

But the Old Ancestor of Dry Bones let out a desperate roar.

"No--!!!"

He exerted all his strength, summoning all his protective magic treasures and burning his remaining lifespan in an attempt to resist and escape.

But all is in vain.

That invisible sword intent seemed to transcend the boundaries of space.

"laugh--"

The next moment, his body, along with his primordial spirit that was trying to escape, began to disintegrate and dissipate.

......

The world was utterly silent.

Only the rumbling echoes of the main peak collapsing, and the howling mountain winds carrying a strong, bloody stench, remain.

Ning Qian stood still for a moment, sword in hand.

"puff--"

Her body swayed violently, and a mouthful of pale golden blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her face instantly turned as if transparent, and her breath rapidly weakened.

Those two seemingly casual sword strikes had placed an immense strain on her body, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

But she still didn't show any pain, only indifferently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She turned around and looked at Fang Xuan, who was lying on the ground with a weak breath.

The coldness and indifference in her eyes receded like the tide, leaving only a bottomless heartache.

Without giving another glance at the Qingyun Sect's main peak, which had been completely reduced to ruins, nor paying attention to the Qingyun Sect disciples and surviving elders who were already paralyzed with fear in the distance, he did not pay any more attention to them.

Ning Qian bent down and, with utmost care, used her remaining spiritual power to lift Fang Xuan's broken body, gently holding it in her arms.

"Sweetheart... let's go home."

......